Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 614

Chapter 614

JORDAN

I had mediated a significant number of difficult conversations in my career.

This was not a skill I'd advertised or particularly cultivated intentionally — it had developed organically from the specific position I occupied in the inner circle, which was the person who processed information fastest and could therefore usually see where a conversation was going before the other participants arrived there. Being ahead of the destination was useful. It allowed for intervention at the moments that mattered rather than after the damage was done.

I was currently approximately three exchanges behind where I needed to be, which was unusual and uncomfortable and entirely attributable to the fact that Nina was angrier than I'd seen her in years and angry Nina moved through conversational territory at a pace that made anticipation significantly harder.

She'd been building since the meeting ended.

I'd watched it build — the specific quality of Nina's anger, which was different from most people's anger in that it didn't arrive loudly or immediately. It arrived quietly and then stayed, accumulating pressure in the specific way that things accumulated pressure when they had nowhere to go and were not the kind to go somewhere dramatic without cause. She'd been building since the letter, since Jordan's council of war and the file and Ivory's calm measured explanation of what was at stake and what she'd been holding, and the building had been quiet through all of it.

Then the meeting had ended.

And Nina had asked Ivory to come with her.

Not in those words — Nina rarely used those exact words for things like this. She'd said *walk with me* in the specific register that communicated that the walking was not optional and the direction was going to be somewhere with four walls and a closed door.

I'd followed because I was Jordan and following was what I did when situations had the quality of situations that required a witness.

Killian had followed because Killian had apparently developed the specific instinct over his weeks in Shadowmere for recognizing when the inner circle was about to have an important conversation and positioning himself at the edge of it.

We were in the small sitting room off the main corridor — the one that was private enough for things that needed privacy but not so far from the main building that the distance communicated avoidance. Nina had closed the door. Nina had turned around.

And Nina had looked at Ivory with the expression she reserved for things that genuinely scared her.

Nina did not scare easily.

"You knew," Nina said.

It wasn't a question. It was the specific statement of someone who'd been doing the accounting since the meeting and had arrived at a conclusion and was presenting it.

"Nina," Ivory said.

"You knew this might happen," Nina said. "The letter. The Convention challenge. You knew Sera might use the information. You had an idea this was a possible outcome and you didn't tell anyone."

"I was hoping—"

"You were hoping it would go away," Nina said. "And it didn't go away. It went to the Supreme Council of Lycans and now there is an execution order attached to your name and you are standing here telling me you were hoping."

"The contingency—"

"I KNOW ABOUT THE CONTINGENCY," Nina said.

The room absorbed this.

Nina's voice at full volume was not something that happened often. I'd heard it perhaps four times in fifteen years, and each time it had the specific quality of something that arrived from somewhere she didn't usually let things arrive from — below the security chief layer, below the competence layer, from the place where Nina kept the things she'd decided were too important to be managed.

Ivory stood across from her and didn't flinch.

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